I built her many a fire for love ... for mirth ...

(When snows were falling on our oaks outside,

Dear, many a winter fire upon the hearth) ...

(... farewell ... farewell ... farewell ...)

We dare not think too long on those who died,

While still so many yet must come to birth.

Vachel Lindsay

GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN

To be sung to the tune of THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB with indicated instruments.

Booth led boldly with his big bass drum.